In Bitches:
billytea:
Wallybee: "Ryan, are you stinky?"
Ryan: "No."
Billytea: "Ryan, do you have stinkypants?"
Ryan: "NO!"
Billytea: "Are you telling the truth?"
Ryan: "Nooo..."
Wallybee: "Ryan, let's go change your nappy."
Ryan: "Want Daddy cuddle!"
Billytea: "You want a Daddy cuddle? Ok, come he--"
Ryan: "I'M NOT UNDER OATH!!"
msbelle. In Natter. Context be damned.
smonster, fight club is not a viable work alternative
In Bitches. Connie Neil:
"Breaking news: Two people starved to death in a house because they were politely waiting for the other person to make some sort of noise before getting up to eat breakfast. Film at 11."
Tom Scola
in
Bitches:
(no context necessary, methinks)
I hope that leaves you enough time to sort the M&Ms, Leise.
In Bureaucracy:
DavidS
We're all out of Natter.
-t
We're so lost without it.
Amy
Were we right, posting for so long?
Zenkitty
Making madness out of nothing at all.
In Bitches,
Teppy:
...hurts like a sonofabitch in bastard sauce.
I would love to be able to run all vocal Christian Conservatives through a survey about their reaction to a long-haired hippie who bums around the country hanging out with panhandlers and societal outcasts, conducts big outdoor rallies where he advocates pacifism and aid for the unemployed, and criticizes the conduct of the financial industry and people in power. And then reveal that the pinko liberal scum they're sneering at is the one whose biography they thump when condemning everyone different from them.
--Matt The Bruins fan in Natter
In Bitches,
bonny fides: I'm envisioning the chemo drugs themselves as micro-warriors, complete with 300 style abs, skirts and battle cries. In my mind, they are bellowing, "THIS. IS. GIN-GER!" and then kicking the shriveled cancer cells down the well...to their ignominious demise as they are flushed out every time you pee.
Steph L.: No, this is EXACTLY how they work. Including the skirts and abs.
I'm a pharmacy editor. You can trust me.